“Well, aren’t you just the hottest morsel hiding over here.”
Spencer met Ebony’s gaze and Ebony tilted his head to one side.
“Do you speak?” Ebony queried.
Control his body or have a conversation? Playing a mute did seem like the safer choice.
“Yes, this is Spencer, according to his credit card, and he’s been here for the last hour,” the bartender supplied.
“And no one has snatched you up? Must be a group of tops here tonight because you don’t look like a bottom.” Ebony ran his hand over Spencer’s shirt and Spencer was certain he was in another universe. “Do you only top? That would be a shame.” The touch should have made him uncomfortable instead he was curious by the heat it evoked.
“I don’t…I mean…I…” he frowned, shaking his head, his voice locked away with his fully formed thoughts. This was all so messed up. He should be at his small, newly rented apartment putting away his meager belongings and pouring over his schedule so he’d be prepared for classes. There were teachers to impress and students he’d have to mentor since he’d been accepted into the master’s program. A roommate he should be awkwardly getting to know.
“My, you have stumbled into the deep end.” Ebony sat next to him. “Luca, a scotch, neat.”
Spencer considered standing, only to have Ebony’s hand settle on his thigh. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
He shook his head, squirming a bit on the stool, when Ebony moved his hand high, nearly brushing his finger against, what Spencer knew at this point was, an obvious hard on.
Why was he reacting like this? Ebony’s warm brown eyes assessed him but they were surrounded by a female mask. A cock may be beneath the costume, but still.
“Let me guess where are you from, Kansas, maybe Ohio…” The queen ticked the states off on his fingers, Ebony’s hand thankfully removed from his thigh.
“Iowa,” Spencer stopped him.
“Crops of corn and country boys.” The man leaned close until his breath brushed over Spencer’s ear and whispered, “And do you taste like sweet corn?”
Spencer jerked back, practically falling off the stool. More shocked by the further stiffening of his dick in his Levi’s than the queen’s bold advances.
“Do I make you nervous?” Ebony picked up his scotch taking a sip, his dark eyes narrow and assessing.
Spencer resumed his seat, rigid and more than a little uncomfortable. “You caught me off guard,” he replied trying to gain some of the ground he’d lost with his shocked response to being hit on by Ebony in the first place.
“What about me?” Ebony’s tongue slipped out to catch a drop of scotch on the bottom of his full lip.
“This is all new to me. I’m…” Spencer almost choked when Ebony’s hand once again trailed along the length of his thigh. There was a small part of him that realized he should remove his hand, but the big part of him, the one controlling his thoughts at the moment, wanted more intimate contact.
“What’s new?” Ebony shifted closer, his fingertips sliding higher. “Being in a gay club, at a drag show, or being flirted with by a queen?”
Spencer clutched the stool beneath him to keep from lunging at Ebony or running for the door, either one would cause a scene. “All of the above,” he said through gritted teeth.
“There’s a lot of fun to be had with all those experiences,” Ebony pointed out, as the brush of a finger ran the entire length of his cock through his jeans.
He jumped, his dick throbbing. There wasn’t a time in his life he could remember being so turned on and he was surrounded by people. What was he doing here? He needed a second to get control of himself.
“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, his voice sounding desperate to his ears.
Silver raised his brows. “Keep going straight to the rear of the club and it’s right there.”
Spencer nodded, he knew it was cowardly, but he could only take so much flirting and he was way out of his league.
“Remember, Iowa, if you leave the stall unlocked…it’s an invitation.” Ebony’s lips curved into a smile and he winked. “And I’ll be checking.”
Pivoting away from the confusing , arousing, situation, Spencer shoved through the crowd, muttering apologies along the way. A couple guys cast him flirtation smiles, he felt more than one pat on the ass before he arrived at the sanctuary of the bathroom, shutting the door, thankful he was alone in the space. Even if the room, held the faint scent of cheap vanilla air freshener and musky odor of sweat. On the walls were various band posters for events from past, present and future. A smudged mirror graced one wall, with a single sink in front of it. Two stalls, their black doors peeling, took residence on the far side of the room, both were open, revealing no one inside.
He didn’t bother looking at himself in the mirror, he could imagine the desperation he’d see, instead he stalked over to one of the stalls and slammed the door behind him. Hands on the wall, he breathed in deeply trying to calm his over heated body.
A glance over his shoulder revealed the stall lock remained open, although the door had closed. His hand twitched as he considered his options, latch the lock in place, or reach for his zipper to take care of his problem. Glaring at the bulge in his jeans he shook his head, why couldn’t his horny side stay in for the night. Why tonight? Why Ebony?
A squeak and slam told him someone else had joined him in the bathroom. The click-clack of heels on the cement floor made his heart pound.
“Iowa,” Ebony’s raspy voice teased, when the door behind him opened. “I’m surprised you didn’t heed my warning, or were you hoping to get me alone?”
Spencer’s head dropped, he couldn’t force himself to turn, but God, his cock throbbed at the feel of Ebony’s warm body so near. The spicy scent of Ebony’s perfume filtered through his aroused brain. He couldn’t get his muscles to cooperate and turn to face his temptation.
“You’re giving off some mixed signals with your silence, hon.”
The touch of fingers along his back had him tensing with need, but chained by confusion. He bit his lip to hold in whatever whimpered plea might have escaped, after years of repressing his sexual nature.
“I may be a lot of things, but I don’t seduce unwilling men.” Ebony’s soft caress left his body and Spencer swayed toward the retreated caress.
“Stay,” Spencer whispered, before he could rethink the word, but knowing he meant it. Whatever Ebony had to offer him at this moment, his body sure as hell wanted…needed.
~ Above is an excerpt from, Between the Lies, a spin-off series of Firehouse Six. 🙂